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He placed Little Mystery on one of the bunks and faced the other with a puzzled loko in his eyes. "I wish you hadn't been in a fever on that day of the fight, Pelly," he said. "He must have said something something that would give us a clue." "Mebbe he did, Billy," replied Pelliter, looking with a shiver at the few things MacVeigh had placed on the cabin table.
It was a low, thick sky, like purple and blue granite, always threatening to pitch itself down in terrific avalanches, and between the earth and this sky was the thin, smothered worldrM which MacVeigh had once called God's insane asylum. Through the gloom Kazan's one eye and Pelliter's feverish vision could not see far, but at last the man made out an object toiling slowly toward the cabin.
He advanced to meet many dim forms which he saw breaking out of the wall of gloom, raising his voice in a loud holloa. From the Doorway Pelliter saw him suddenly lost in a mass of dogs and men, and half flung his carbine to his shoulder. But there was no shooting from MacVeigh.
Behind them the old eagle brooded with outstretched wings, the owl, round-eyed, looked down upon them and withheld his wisdom, the Trumpeter, white as snow in his glass cage, was as silent as the Sphinx. "You are making me very happy, Becky, dear," said poor Randy, knowing as he said it that such happiness was not for him. The Major's call on Miss MacVeigh had been a great success.
An hour later McTabb appeared at the door of his cabin, summoned by Billy's shout. He circled about and came up with the wind, until he stood within fifty paces of MacVeigh. Billy told him what he was going to do. He was going to Churchill, and would leave Isobel and the baby in his care. From Fort Churchill he would send back an escort to take the woman and little Isobel down to civilization.
Then ten days back, mebbe two weeks, and you'll have the medicines and the letters. Hurrah!" "Hurrah!" cried Pelliter. He turned his face a little to the wall. Something rose up in MacVeigh's throat and choked him as he gripped Pelliter's hand. "My God, Bill, is that the sun ?" suddenly cried Pelliter. MacVeigh wheeled toward the one window of the cabin. The sick man tumbled from his bunk.
McTabb had quit the Service because of a bad leg. "Rookie!" he gasped. He drew himself up, and McTabb's hands grasped his shoulders. "S'help me, if it ain't Billy MacVeigh!" he exclaimed again, amazement in his voice and face. "Joe brought you in five minutes ago, and I ain't had a straight squint at you until now. Billy MacVeigh!
The dogs slunk in at her feet, and MacVeigh saw the gleam of their naked fangs in the starlight. "He died three days ago," she finished, quietly, "and I am taking him back to my people, down on the Little Seul." "It is two hundred miles," said MacVeigh, looking at her as if she were mad. "You will die." "I have traveled two days," replied the woman. "I am going on." "Two days across the Barren!"
The following morning MacVeigh started north. He reached the half-dozen igloos which made up the Eskimo village late the third day. Bye-Bye, the chief man, offered him no encouragement, MacVeigh gave him a pound of bacon, and in return for the magnificent present Bye-Bye told him that he had seen no white people.
He was lying on the sledge now, with his head bolstered up on a pile of blankets. "You know how the wolves hunt, Pelly," said MacVeigh "in a moon-shape half circle, you know, that closes in on the running game from in front? Well, that's how the Eskimos hunt, and I'm wondering if they're trying to get ahead of us off there, and off there." He motioned to the north and the south.
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